The Door

Wishful thinking on the threshold of life,

Stuck at the juxtaposition of right and wrong,

Silently praying to the gods to save him,

The fearless were always meant to be alone.

For the life of the solitary minded,

Is based on the torment of childhood,

Seeing the truth of the world,

Consumes the ideals of the pure.

In the harsh light of the demons staring,

He walks towards the door of his future.

He pauses, gazing into the eyes so red with hate,

Smiling he grabs the knob and walks into the unknown void.

Falling through the cloud filled skies,

The sea approaching at the speed of light,

Is this the end?

He softly wonders.

Caught by the Angel of heaven,

She brings his fall to a halt,

Silently tending to his wounds,

Slowly, bringing him into paradise.

He glances at the sky one last time,

And sees the door disintegrating.

He softly stares at the angel who saved him,

Yes, he will learn to love again.